3x-xx-xx ep023 First Song - Chisholm Trail

That we love best on the mountains hills and valleys on the plains and desert too. And the moon comes up in glory and casts its beams on you.

And to catch the spirit of the nightbird on the wing with the freedom of wide spaces. And your hearts just got to sing. Where the touch of evening breezes blow from out that boundless blue, like a blessing from the heavens, it reaches out to you.

And should you, my weary traveler, for chance to pass this way, and seeking shelter from the night and rest till break of day, we hope you'll drop into our camp and join our own delay. It's Pinto Pete and Ranch Boys and you'll find us charming hosts. We'll give you some sweet music that'll keep away the ghosts.

Hey Paul! What you talking about? It's murder against the loo's around here. Well I'm kind of afraid it is curly but what's got you into that mood? Well look at Shug. If he ain't the most awful sight you ever laid eyes on. Say what in the The world as he got on.

He traded an old rope to one of those dudes that come out here for a pair of them fancy English riding pants. Now look at him strut. See, you know, he looks like he swapped legs with a blue jean gut cheetah, don't he?

And he's got a tan on the front of the gun wing. Yeah, yeah. He looks like they're gonna fly off him a hundred in a second now. Jug, Jug, come over here a second. Right, old, old, old, old, old be bean.

My goodness, listen to that. Say, sing something before I shoot it. We sure will. Now come along boys and listen to my tail and I'll tell ya my troubles on the old jesim trail comatai I am B.F.B.A.